Power
Earl Sweatshirt Lyrics

Tunnel vision on a guap stack
Focused solely on making money and accumulating wealth

Malt liquor perspirating through the brown sack
Sweat beading on the outside of a paper bag containing malt liquor

Big talk looking thinner when it's combat
When faced with a real challenge or danger, boasting loses its power

Swear that shit is astounding
That's truly impressive

I ain't stupid with cash either, I grew up around it
I'm not ignorant about handling money; I've been exposed to it since childhood

They overheard he shoot nice so they knew to surround him
People recognized his talent for rapping and gathered around him to hear him out

Eating shit like he's Shoenice like the booth had a bounty
Rapping so well that it's as if he's being paid to do it

I'ma kill it, it's Early like a school night
I'm going to do a great job; it's going to be phenomenal and noteworthy, just like an early return to school nights

I'm the realest that you know, my bruised soul
I'm a true person with honest emotions who has gone through some difficult times

In the middle of group home in the locks
I was stuck in a group home against my will

Through the times I spent off in group homes in a box
I spent long periods of time in isolation in group homes

I been grown boy
I'm all grown-up now, mature and ready for anything

And cool coals you spitting just ain't hot, this fire and brimstone
The rhymes and lyrics you're bringing are mediocre, but my flow is red-hot and furious like fire and brimstone

You guys should've went home
You should have given up on this competition or career path and gone home

If you could've took the title raising bars, it was supposed to be gooder
If you were capable of excelling in this industry, you would have risen to the top, but it didn't happen

His shirt drenched, they wet his rosary wood up
He was sweating so profusely that his shirt was soaked through and his rosary was wet

And who you 'posed to be, sugar
Who do you think you are, trying to compete with me?

Don't get close to me
Stay away from me physically and in terms of competition as well

My heart cold like the fucking carrots in the grocery store
My heart is stone-cold and unfeeling like the carrots in the refrigerated section of a supermarket

And in the morning no Folgers, just 'dro
I don't drink coffee in the morning; I just smoke marijuana

I told my momma that I'm on my way home
I let my mother know that I'm coming home soon

I know my grandma watching over my soul
I'm sure that my grandmother is looking out for me and my well-being

Some other shit
Other than that, not much else to say

Spent nights off the downers at my desk
I stayed up all night at my desk, taking depressant drugs

Did time in the tower off the spliffs
I served time in prison because of getting caught with marijuana cigarettes

I'm not like the cowards on the fence
I'm not like people who are indecisive or afraid to choose a side

I'm not like I'm lounging on the bench
I'm not sitting back casually, letting life pass by; I'm actively working and moving forward

Get up out and get your shit
Get up and get your life together

Find some power in yourself or in this shit
Look for strength and resilience within yourself or this difficult situation you're in

Listen, my niggas spit
Listen to my friends who are involved in the rap community

All day give 'em what live niggas require
Provide the rappers with the raw, real-life experiences that they crave

My state give up the prize cause I'ma find it
Even though the state has regulated and monitored the music industry, I'll still manage to find a way to succeed

Anyway boy we riding
In any case, we're carrying on with our mission

Trying to sneak the cake up out the motherfucking bakery quiet
Attempting to take the money and become successful in the music industry without making too much noise or attracting too much attention

Dodge and evade on the fire
Avoiding difficult or hazardous situations in order to stay out of trouble

Watch what you saying to sire
Be careful what you say to me, sir; don't disrespect me or cross any boundaries

Stay out my face and my wallet
Don't get too involved in my business or try to take my money

Move state to state for the profit
Traveling from state to state, pursuing financial gain

Said it on Sunday, you peeped it
I already declared this plan of action to you long ago

A tiny list of my peoples
A small number of friends who I trust and who are important to me

I see 'em all as my equal
I view my friends as my equals and treat them with respect and admiration

So the difference between us is just a pimp and a preacher
The only difference between us is that I'm a pimp and they're preachers, and yet we're still on equal footing

I'm running quick from my demons
I'm trying to outrun my inner demons and personal struggles

I crush the spliff with my sneaker
I put out my partially-smoked marijuana cigarette by crushing it with my shoe

You know the difference between us
You can tell that we're not the same; there's a clear distinction

These niggas fraud you could see it, all of them out of their feelings
These people are trying to be something they're not, but it's obvious; they're acting based on emotion instead of logic

I know my heart so I speak it
I'm confident in myself and my emotions, and I express them openly

I love the squad so I lead it
I care about my group of friends, and I take on the responsibility of managing and coordinating them

Eyes wide open, I'm sleepy
I'm mentally alert and aware, but physically tired

I'm on the highway, I'm weaving in and out of my lanes
I'm driving recklessly, swerving through traffic and disregarding traffic rules

I call mom say, that I was all the power I needed
I called my mother and told her that I was self-sufficient, that I had enough strength and resilience within me to succeed

She say she glad I'm called she just can't believe it
She expressed happiness that I called, but she was surprised and maybe even skeptical

I'm gone
I'm leaving now or hanging up the phone; the conversation is over